locked out of heaven - - - - BENTLEY

[vladimir brody markov]

you can't e s c a p e now

The plan failed. It failed miserably. Brandon was with me for only a few days. I don't even think a week passed before he escaped. I don't even remember how he escaped, but he did. That bastard. But my feelings for him haven't changed. I think he's playing hard to get. He's been seen with some girl named Jasey. She's from another band on his label but they're nowhere near as good as Canvas Confessional. No one is as good as Canvas Confessional. My perfect angels. I'm still waiting for the new album but that's beside the point. Brandon is playing hard to get and with some tramp. Ugh. How am I supposed to get his attention? I need to find out more about him. More than the dumb fan websites will tell me. They all repeat the same washed up "fun facts" that I knew years ago. I need a source. Someone from the inside but who? Who is close to him that I can easily get? Someone from the band? Someone from his family? Or maybe... both? Yes, of course. Why didn't I think about it before? His brother, Bentley. Bentley is the closest to Brandon and they're both in the same band. Perfect. Wow, this worked out perfectly. Things are starting to work out for me. Now... how to acquire Bentley's... "company"....?

The routine seemed familiar. It was like déjà vu. Vladimir had done this before. He had already done this all before. He left his home on the outskirts of the city and piled a bunch of tools such as rope, a baseball bat, masks, chloroform, rags, and chains into the trunk of this car. He had painstakingly waited until the wee hours of the morning to leave. He had silently but quickly drove through the traffic of New York City into the district he knew most of the Moore family resided in.

He knew the family enjoyed living near each other. He had heard Brandon say it on the phone to one of his sisters. Vlad may or may not have hacked his telephone line to hear and record every conversation Brandon has ever had ever.

Regardless, Vladimir had done this all before. It was the same plan he initiated when he obtained Brandon and locked him in the basement. But no, this plan was slightly different. Well, the steps to the plan were the same, but the objective was different. Vladimir wasn't planning on keep Bentley. No, no. Instead he just wished to pry information from him. And if he didn't receive the information, then, well, let's hope Bentley had life insurance.

Vladimir arrived at the house a few minutes past three. It was very dark and cold outside but the lights from The City That Never Sleeps proved that there was still life. Vladimir parked his car in an empty lots a few blocks away from Bentley's home that he shared with his wife and pets. Vladimir popped open the trunk of his car and surveyed his tools. He pulled the mask over his head and picked up the baseball bat, rags, and chloroform. He would be much cleaner and less-lethal this time. He almost broke his darling Brandon's beautiful face. He had to make sure Bentley stayed in-tact but not conscious. The bat was placed in a sheath attached to his back and the chemical and rag hung on his belt.

Vlad approached the house and carefully calculated how and where to get in. He noticed a window slightly ajar on the first level. Perfect. Vladimir walked to the window and lifted it as quietly as he could. He rolled into the house and took cover behind a piece of furniture. He needed to find Bentley and knock him out without being seen or heard. Vlad crouched closer to the floor and tried to recollect the information he had collected on Bentley. He knew to research his victims before starting the plan. It was the end of the weekend. Bentley was out. Or rather, arriving home now.

Vladimir could hear keys rattling. His eyes widened as he quickly dashed to foyer and hid behind a corner. He poured the chloroform into the rag and quickly pressed it into Bentley's face as soon as the door opened. The body grew limp and Vlad caught him before he fell. He hoisted Bentley over his shoulder and collected the keys before placing the unconscious body in the back of his car. The only thing missing from the plan was a note explaining where Bentley was. Vladimir wrote a suicide note for Brandon which caused mass-panic. This one would have to be less intense but still realistic. Bentley was married and probably expecting kids soon and that would be the topic of the note. Vladimir studied Bentley's autograph and mimicked his hand-writing in a letter saying he wasn't ready to be a father and skipped town. Perfect.

The drive home was much shorter and quicker. Vladimir carried Bentley down the stairs and chained him to the wall. Unlike his brother, Vladimir was not sparing any luxuries. No comfortable bed, food, or changed of clothes. Now all Vladimir had to do was wait for Bentley to awaken.

i've got you l o c k e d inside this room

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NOTES: I like this template i made for him. This is now Vlad's template wee~
MUSE: Locked Out of Heaven - Bruno Mars (idk man it's a good song and perf title okay omg ok bye)
OUTFIT: here.[/size]

[bentley alexander moore]

After a really long day in the studio, Bentley wanted to do nothing more than to go home to his wife, child, and dogs. He wanted to climb into bed and cuddle his wife until he fell asleep, which wouldn't have been very long after he had gotten comfortable. Once he had cleaned up his mess in the studio, the male grabbed his phone and keys and left the studio; he got into his car and drove home. As soon as the male had gotten home, he parked his car in the driveway and got out. He made sure that he had locked his car and grabbed everything out of it that someone could possibly want. The male then walked up the path to the front door and pulled his house keys out of his pocket and slid them into the door knob. Once the door was unlocked, Bentley pushed it open quietly and grabbed his keys out of the knob and slid them into his pocket quietly.

Once his keys were in his pocket, Bentley stepped inside and was caught off guard when a rag was pushed into his face. Trying to fight off the person who had been pushing it into his face, Bentley inhaled through the rag and eventually began losing consciousness. It wasn't until the male woke up again that he had remembered what had happened. Blinking a handful of times, Bentley tried to figure out where he was, what was going on, and what sort of prank he had been a part of. Looking around the room, Bentley soon realized that this wasn't a practical joke of some sorts, but rather, a very terrible nightmare. "What the fuck is going on?" the male said, trying to move, but soon finding out that he had been chained to a wall. Yanking on the chains, Bentley tried to break free of them, but failed. Trying not to let panic set in, Bentley took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and tried to figure out what he was going to do to get himself out of the situation.

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